A collection of works from Kokura, a mountain village. Yuan Mei (1716-1797), a gifted scholar, is also known as Jane Zhai, an old man with fate. Qiantang, Zhejiang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang) people. The representative of the "school of spirit". He is the author of the poetry review Poetry with the Garden.
Gan Ding Longhai East, buried his third sister in Yangshan of Shangyuan, and offered wine to Wen Yue:
Oh! You were born in Zhejiang and buried in Sri Lanka, 700 miles from my hometown. Although you were dreaming at that time, you would rather know that it was for the bones.
You are a single-minded virgin, leaving when you meet someone, causing loneliness and danger. Although life exists, heaven is it; But there is nothing wrong with being tired of you here. Give lectures to young teachers, and you sit side by side with him, listening to the benevolence and righteousness of the ancients; Once you grow up, bow and dance. Oh! Let you know nothing about poetry and calligraphy, or it may not be difficult to be true.
I catch crickets, you rush out; Cold insects are stiff, which is close to its points. I'm going to bury you today, but the situation that day was amazing. When I was nine years old, I rested in my study. You combed my hair in a double bun and wore a coat. I read the chapter "Yi Yi". When Mr. Shi entered the room, he heard the voices of two boys, but he didn't feel a smile and even shouted. Look at the sun in July, you are in Jiuyuan, remember clearly. Give a weak crown to Guangdong, alas. After more than three years, I went back to China wearing Gong Jin, and you came out from the East Wing to help the case. The family watched and laughed, but they couldn't remember where language started. They probably said that Chang 'an was admitted, and the letter sent a message to the cloud sooner or later. All this is trivial, although it is a relic of the past, but I will never forget it until I die. Make up for the past, miss the sad shadow, take will die. I regret that I didn't keep the situation. However, if you are no longer on the earth, you can go back to your childhood without witnesses.
Your benevolence and righteousness are absolutely high. I will support you in class and be kind to you at home. It is said that among women, the people who know classics, righteousness and elegance are the least, and your sister-in-law is not graceful, but it is slightly lacking here. So, since you came back, although I feel sorry for you, I am really happy. If you are four years old, or the old people in the world die first, you can be entrusted behind you, not that you should go first!
When you were sick the year before last, you were spying all night. If you subtract one point, you will be happy; if you add one point, you will be worried. Although it is a small job, it is still good, and there is nothing to entertain. Before going to bed, you had a great time talking about the official history of unofficial history. Oh! I will get sick again from time to time, so I will teach you where to call you!
Your illness is harmless, and it is far from Yangzhou. You are still worried about my heart and won't let people go to the newspaper. When Mian was very tired, grandma asked Brother Wang if he wanted to come back and insisted on saying "Yes". I dreamed that you came the day before, knowing that it was ominous, and flew across the river. If you go home before the expiration date, you will die at the expiration date. Four branches are still warm, and one eye is still unfinished, and Gai still endures death. Oh, it hurts! If I had known my trick, I would have traveled a long time ago. Even if I traveled a long time, I still have a lot of things in my heart that I want you to know and smell. You planned it. It's gone now! I'll never see you again except my death. I don't know when I will die, so I can see you, but I can't see whether I know or not after I die, and it's hard to know when I die. But, unfortunately, it is not over. It's a matter of being in the right place at the right time, but it's over!
Your poem, I have Fu Zi; Your daughter, I am married; I have made a biography of your life; But you haven't found your ears yet. I was buried in Hangzhou, where the river is wide and deep. So, I asked my mother to order me to be better than you, so I offered a sacrifice. Your daughter Ayin is buried next to her. The next two tombs, one for grandpa waiter Zhu and the other for brother waiter Dow. Yangshan is vast, with Yuan Qi in the south and Qixia in the west. The wind and rain are hazy, and the soul is accompanied, not lonely. Since I read your poem about crying nephew in Wuyin, I have no male or female teeth. I didn't know anything until I gave birth to you. Although I dare not say that I am old, my teeth are dangerous and bald, and I know it myself. I know it will be a few days in the world! Yipin is far away in Henan, and there are no children, and nine families have no successors. If you die, I will bury you. If I die, who will bury you? If you have a soul, you can sue me?
Oh! The former can't think, and the latter can't know. Don't cry, don't eat. Paper dust, north wind crazy, my brother is back, and I will look back at you. Alas! Alas!
Translation:
In the winter of Qianlong and Dinghai, the third sister Su Wen was buried in Yangshan, Shangyuan County. She said:
Alas! You were born in Zhejiang (Hangzhou), but you are buried here, which is 700 miles away from our hometown. Even if you had all kinds of weird dreams and fantasies, would you know that this is where you buried your bones?
Because of a concept of chastity, you married a bad guy and left him, leaving you lonely, sad and frustrated. Although it is destiny takes a hand, it is the actual arrangement of heaven; But it's not my fault you're in such a miserable situation. When I was a child, I heard the teacher talk about Confucian classics. You and I sit side by side, especially listening to the ancients' heavy righteousness; Once you grow up, you should practice it yourself immediately. Alas! If you don't know poetry and books, you may not be so chaste in difficult times.
When I was a child, I caught crickets, and you (also) caught crickets with open arms; It was so cold that the insects froze. We came to the cave where the insects were buried. Now (when) I pretend to bury you (when), the scene of that day is clearly presented to my eyes. When I was nine years old, I was resting in my study. You came to review the chapter "Yi" in The Book of Songs with two steamed stuffed buns with small claws and a thin silk shirt. Just as Mr. Wang opened the door and came in, he heard the children's voices of two children ringing loudly, and he couldn't help laughing (dew) and whispering. This happened on July 15. You are (now) underground, you should remember clearly. I went to Guangxi when I was about twenty years old, and you grabbed (my) clothes and cried. Three years later, I was admitted to Jinshi and went home (gloriously). You came out of the east wing with a wooden tray full of food. The family stared at (you) and smiled. I don't remember where I started. I was admitted to the Jinshi in Beijing, and the messenger informed me sooner or later. Although these trivial things have become a thing of the past, as long as I am not dead, I will never forget them. The past fills my chest, and when I think about it, I feel sad. (They) disappeared one by one like shadows. If you want to get close to them, catch them and they will disappear. I regret that I did not record my childhood in detail. But you are no longer in this world, so even if you go back in time, you can experience it again as a child, and no one will prove it to me.
You broke up with Gao's family and went back to your mother's (later). The mother of the first family depends on you to wait on you, and everything related to writing at home depends on you. I once said that women are the essence who are least familiar with Confucian classics and elegant allusions. Your sister-in-law is not disobedient and does not like to talk, but she has always been lacking in this respect. So since you came back, although you are sad for you, you are really happy for me. I am four years older than you, so maybe the older one will die first. I can entrust you with the things after death, but I didn't expect you to die before me! The year before last, I was ill. You've been asking questions all night If you become better, you will be happy. If you are very ill, you will be very sad. Later, although his condition improved slightly, he was still lying and sitting (yes, he couldn't get out of bed) and there was nothing to amuse himself. Tell (me) an exciting and surprising story in the novel unofficial history before going to bed, and have a good time. Alas! Where can I call you if I get sick again from now on?
Your illness, I believe what the doctor said is not dangerous, so I stayed away from (my home) to visit the places of interest in Yangzhou. You are worried that I am worried about your illness and won't let my family report it. When your illness is extremely serious, your mother asks you if you want your brother to come back, and you insist on saying "yes". I dreamed that the first day you came to say goodbye (to me), knowing that it was unlucky, I hurried across the river by clipper. Sure enough, I got home before midnight, and you died at dawn. There is still temperature in your limbs and one (only) eye is not closed, so you are still waiting for me. Oh, it hurts! If I know that I will say goodbye to you forever, how can I travel far away? Even if I travel, I still have a lot to let you know and discuss with you. But now it's over! Except for my death, of course there will be no meeting day. Now I don't know when I will die and see you. Besides, whether I am conscious or unconscious after my death, it is hard to understand whether I can meet you or not. In this case, then (I) have endless regrets, (is) providence, (or) personnel, but it can't be made up after all!
I have printed your poems; Your daughter, I have married her; I wrote a biography of your life; It's just that your grave has not been planned yet. The ancestral grave is in Hangzhou, far from the Yangtze River and the Canal. It seems difficult to send them back for burial, so I asked my mother (with her consent) to let you rest here so that you can visit the grave. Bury your daughter Ayin beside her. There are two graves under it, one is my father's concubine Zhu, and the other is my brother's concubine Dao. Yangshan is vast and empty. Looking south, it is a plain, where the humidity is low. Looking west, it is Qixia Mountain. It's windy and rainy. Sooner or later, a soul living in a foreign country should not feel lonely if it has a partner. Sadly, I haven't given birth to a son since I read your crying nephew poem in Wuyin. Two daughters just babbled and were born after your death, only one year old. Although I dare not say that I am old, because my mother is still alive, my teeth are shaking and my hair is falling out. I secretly know that I can live for a few days! (Brother) Yipin is an official in Henan and has no children, so the nine imperial families have no heirs. If you die, I will bury you. If I die, who will bury me? If you have a soul, can you tell me?
Alas! You can't think about things when you are alive, and you can't know things after you die. You can't hear crying, pay homage to you, and can't see you eating. Paper money flies, and the north wind is fierce. Brother, I went back and kept looking back at you. So sad! So sad!